Bound for Greenland

DPD:  Falling leaf moon PA~☭ Hie to the Hunters  Testimony/ logbook of Callhim Dogface, IP. Ltl tut brawler suet & so 4th July btl6sigma

I got your orders right here, bitch.  That’s what Longstreet was thinking that hot July evening in 1863.  Hierarchy was important in the 19^th Century.  Especially in the military, and especially in the South.  The difference was between a fight and an argument.  The Yankees were like a great whale attacking our ship.  Now we are the whale attacking Pennsylvania. 

No question Lee was feeling like shit- but he was a professional like Longstreet and would perform no matter how he felt.  And maybe Bob was right.  He had done some pretty crazy shit before and pulled it off.  He always relied on Jackson to be super-crazy.  Powell was clapped out (wink).  No shit. And poor dumb George will believe (or do) anything. Who ranks hooter- like owl calling their bluff.

Oh for the goddam stupid roared Henny-pen and almost over-knocked the beer (of his) slamming fist.  They are still out there hunting (whales)!  Useless to them for lighting.  Too expensive for heat.  Maybe nose oil for their belt-drives notes Thabo mashing potatoes.  Ocean don’t care if it’s a battleship or a trawler.  Here are giants out there in the canyon sand. 

A good captain can fall asleep but be-gawk Henny wants an egg in his hoof-brae cackles Chaska HIYI!  Keep crazy Indian away from your whisky now Thabo nods from mash to stash soles on deck.  Feel the pounding we going to get when the artillery comes up.  Not a pound for air-to-ground round (says Henry).  Mdme LaCroix has suffered enough. Solid potato salad. That girl was super-tough!

Daisy was as professional as we all were who showed up for the big battle (you know the one I’m talking about).  Henry had chosen the same path as the war in its second summer.  Powell had seen Henry hub-knobbing with Dilger and his 12-pound smoothbores at Chancellorsville, so he figured Henry’s wagon and its load of spyglasses, Colt pistols and Sharps rifles were his for the taking. 

Henry had sold the telescope in Savannah that told little Powell all of this.  The lathe and all the tiny chronometer parts escaped their notice, as did his Indian pony (who escaped on her own).  The Shoshone pony used running caissons for cover.

None of the townsfolk noticed the Indian squaw headed for the Sulphur Springs in York with Henry’s capital canoe. Jubal Early got Henry safely to Lynchburg where they planned an operation with banks, specie, species, and Lincoln’s letters to Marx

involving reconstruction.  

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